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Monday, August 03, 2009

The root of all laundry

His master's footLondon, ON, February 2009 [Click to embiggen]

I'll apologize in advance for the rushed nature of this entry. It's been a busy day in Levyland, with lots of writing and publishing* happening amidst lots of comings and goings and the imminent ritual gutting of our HVAC infrastructure (it's been lovely presiding over a failing A/C unit. Fun stuff!)

Needless to say, it's an exciting time to be one of us, which hasn't left me with much time today to shoot something that aligns with this week's laundry theme (see here for more.)

So you'll have to settle for Frasier lying at Noah's admittedly stinky feet for now. Don't worry, the little man clearly gets his stinkage from me. Why this pic? Because between the two of them, they're responsible for a good chunk of the laundry that winds its way through the washer and dryer.

Your turn: How do kids attract dirt to the degree that they do? Is it some sort of magic? Do tell!

Muahaha - it's an obligation of being young :-) When I was playing cricket, my measure of whether or not I'd put in the correct amount of effort was the amount of grass stain my whites had after the game :-)

And then there's the red stain that came from shining up the cricket ball.